777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—

570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—

I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—